Mac

Pretty In Blonde

   For our next day of practice, I noticed that Hanna had on some sporty girly clothes and a new hair color. Beatrisa shared a roll of the eyes. Hanna also had attempted to cover up her purple black eye. A share of the giggles. Hanna told the coach what happened. Fuck.
   Coach gestured for us to all meet him in his office, Hanna's mother towing behind her with her hand placed on her shoulder and someone talking loudly in her Bluetooth earpiece. I swear Hanna was a walking stereotype. Hanna and her mom stood by the doorway with bull expressions while Beatrisa looked more nervous than anything because A) she was the only one who laid hands on Hanna and B) she could be replaced off of the team.
   "Mac," Coach nodded at me, "Trisa," he nodded to my best friend. Damn, were we both going to be kicked off? I really wanted to have soccer team on my application for high schools because I planned to stray away from my town and use a relative's address. "I've called both of your parents and they are on the way." Ah, Coach must have forgotten that both of my parents had put me up for adoption at a young age. I have some really bitter thoughts filled with sarcasm, I thought to myself.
   "Alright, thank you," Hanna's mom randomly said. We all turned to see her turning off her call or whatever and putting her device away. She then began to mess with Hanna's hair the way a mom always does when she has nothing to do, straightening her clothes, and rubbing off any stray crumbs on her face.
   My guardian was the first to come, (my aunt), and then Trisa's dad. "Alright, Hanna D'Angelo has filed a report against Beatrisa Thomas and Macaria Agnes," Coach informed, "for bullying." I tensed. How dare she? She used to bully me like a dog, and now, I bet that she'll get her way and I'll look like the bad person here. Trisa wasn't right for what she did, but it was for a valid reason.
   "May I say something," I said with a frown on my face. "Hanna has bullied me for sooo long, and now that my friend helps me fight back, we get in trouble? I think before anything is filed you guys need to look into how much she put me through in elementary school, first," I said, anger in my voice. I guess I looked genuine enough for Hanna's mother to get off of her phone because she only asked with a bleak very well, and Coach let out a resigned sigh. He was probably tired and ready to practice for our game that would be next Saturday. "Alright, we'll handle things. Girls, head out to practice," he said.
   Beatrisa and I let the tiny slut leave first, then we slowly followed out behind to the field. Every was curious about our joint arrival, yet Hanna surprisingly stayed quiet. Knowing her, she didn't want the embarrassment of her being beat up known. I did a quick jog in place and jumped into a pair with Beatrisa. I wasn't in the mood for Hanna or anything she had up her fireproof sleeve.
   "I think she'll spread some rumors," I told Trisa as I bounced my ball on my knees. I was already sweating, but it was more due to me being angry about things with Hanna than exercise. I didn't even probably stretch, I just hoped I wouldn't cramp up or anything during practice. At least my heartburn and cramps were gone.
   "After this, wanna do cartwheels?" Beatrisa playfully asked, then we both spotted Hanna's reformed group of friends heading towards us. The rest of the pairs stopped and stared. Damn, Couch just had to have his window closed when this was going on. "Ignore her," I mumbled to Beatrisa, stretching out my arms, delaying our cartwheel match. It's not like anyone else was doing any real soccer although a mini game was gaining attention at the corner of the field.
   "Why did you jump Hanna?" one 8th grader asked, her naturally blonde hair looking yellow compared to Hanna's small head. We ignored them, and Beatrisa began cracking her knuckles. I cracked my neck. "We're stretching right now," I said finally once they stared us down.
   I felt a gust of air as Coach's window opened. The girls looked over our heads and began to retreat slowly like warning panthers. I rolled my eyes and we started our cartwheel game until we heard the piercing whistle.
   "Alright, scrimmage?"
   Everyone cheered except Beatrisa and I. This team now had favorites. I found it funny how we had all been so close and buddy-buddy on last year's team until Hanna arrived. This team was full of followers, except our study buddy Layla, a transexual player on the team. I think she had been given a certificate or something last year for being the first trans girl on a team at our school, then a trans boy joined the football team and everyone was used to it. She jogged towards us. We now had one person on our side against all these monsters. At least she was good at getting underneath the goalie's skin.
   "See you have a lot of fans," Layla joked. Trisa snorted and I shot her a look that said, you started this. "Always," I murmured. I kicked my ball back against the school and pulled my shin guards up. Beatrisa spat out on the ground and rubbed sweat from above her lip, "Ready to win against these bitches?" Layla smiled and I grinned.
   As soon as the whistle blew the team surged towards our small unit. The ball had almost been forgotten if not for Talia who was trying her best to run and steer it. I bit down on my mouth guard and moved Trisa towards my left as I ducked to the left to get out of the angry crowds' path.
   Layla smiled at the team running for her, and stole the ball from Talia just as they were a line away from her, darting my way Talia tripped and caused confusion among the angry, blind players. They were like an angry swarm of bees, and yes, Trisa and I had fucked with their honey. Layla passed the ball to me and went to protect Beatrisa. Sometimes I think everyone forgot how good of a player I was since I rarely showed out. Now only Hanna could match me and she was no where to be seen. Which was both good and bad.
   I could hear my heart in my ears as my skin that was coated in sweat moved against my soaked fabric for the goal. I kicked the ball in as Layla stood behind Hanna as if I were going to pass the ball to her, momentarily distracting the goalie as I scored. This scrimmage was different. It wasn't over the ball.
   As we stopped for a water/restroom break, I headed for the locker room, glances being thrown at me like glasses. I grabbed my towel and wiped my face clean of the two layers of sweat on me. A shower would definitely be a luxury right now. And probably freedom from all of this mess too.
   Beatrisa grabbed a bottle of perfume and I stopped her, "It only makes any smells worse, trust me, every female athlete learns this." Trisa sighed and held her tiny makeup pouch, "I really wish they would hurry up in the bathroom though, I got some lady things I needa do, and break is almost over."
   Hot breath filled the locker room and everyone tried to avoid bumpy into a moody, sweaty player. One girl attempted to turn on one of the dryers by the lockers but failed. She sighed and threw some sink water over her. More people decided to adopt that idea, so while that occured, Beatrisa slipped off to the restroom and I took a break against my locker. Hanna passed by in some shorts up to her ass. We had gotten our jerseys last practice so I was surprised that Coach hadn't called her out, but maybe she had special financial reasons or something. I took my hair out of its holder and shook it out, airing out my neck and shoulders. I put into a loose bun since my scalp was seething with sweat and I poured some water from my bottle over my head. It clattered to the ground and as I was picking it up, a random girl came and pushed me over. I wasn't good at fighting and I had never actually been in a fight, but my fists immediately came up and I swinging on the girl.
   Coach was suddenly there, pulling her off of me before it could too serious. I had only managed to get in three punches and a scratch across her cheek, meanwhile she had gotten me in my nose and my chest. Hopefully neither would bleed so it would look like I hadn't terribly lost. Plus, that would like......hurt.